Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 357

Gilbert furrowed his brows, falling into a brief silence. “No more of this. Charles, let’s go!”

“Yes, sir!”

Charles, barely daring to breathe, hurried after him. Caroline stood rigid, her face ashen. What on earth was happening? Her brother was like this, her other brother was like this, and as soon as Sherilyn returned… it was as though the sky had changed!

Stepping outside, Gilbert caught sight of that silver Pagani again, his expression souring further.

“Mr. Ferguson has been following us, hasn’t left,” Charles explained.

Like a bad penny!

Gilbert clenched his jaw; he had no time for these games now. Let it be. He bent to get into the car, and they drove off, the silver Pagani trailing behind.

At the Johnson Group headquarters, a mountain of work awaited him. Gilbert mustered his energy, bustling about. By evening, he’d managed to wrap up most of his tasks. He had neither the energy nor the mood for any socializing.

Descending to the parking garage, he got into the car, ready to head back to the Johnson Mansion. As they drove out, Gilbert couldn’t help but ask, “Still no word?”

“…Yes,” Charles hesitated for a moment before replying.

his eyes, leaning back in frustration, and loosening his tie. It was the expected outcome. If there had been any news, Charles would have

good news. Perhaps Sherilyn has found some friends we don’t know about… who’ve taken her

the screech of brakes as the car came to an abrupt stop.

at the driver and asked, “David, you’ve been at this for

Look, some girl just stopped right in the middle of the

a girl there. With the roads slick with snow, her belongings scattered

isn’t she from Sherilyn’s

what did it matter to

bad?

lend her

Chapter 357

help Rebecca collect her things. Until she moved,

drive on.

her gather everything, “Be careful

“Thank you.”

offered a smile, hugging her possessions

bag’s torn.” Charles kindly offered, “Are you heading home? We could

before quickly declining, “I’ll manage on my own. Thanks

up a box and handing it to her. Looking puzzled, he asked, “Miss Rebecca, are you hurt? Running a